The Artist

A masterpieceNo one can surpass.The strokes so perfect,The shades so exquisite.A multitude of colorsadorn a sublime piece of artthat the artist giftsfrom His treasured works.From beneath arisesthe smell of musty earththat fills the air.Hiding among the clouds,the sun plays hide-and-seek,only to emergeafter a whileto bathe mewith some warmthand caress mewith a tender touch.Now and then,the droplets fallfrom the canopyof the green leaves!It’s the sparkling, fresh … Continue reading The Artist

Through The Window

I see them beam as they share A story of love. Unperturbed, untouched by the chaos around, the vibrant colors on their face do not fade, even when shadowed by the clouds. In the horizon I see a dream I seek to fulfill. The questions encircle as I battle the uncertainty around me. Seeing the roses smile through the widow, a hope surmounts, as I … Continue reading Through The Window

A Train Of Thoughts: Micropoetry

I A mix of the mild cold and pleasant warmth, greets on the threshold of sunrise. The sound of a train whistling at a distance, The busy chirps of a multitude of birds, The rooster singing one of his Cock-a- doodle doos; Here begins the day, with a ritual of those morning chimes! II The soft look in those eyes melted my heart. No questions … Continue reading A Train Of Thoughts: Micropoetry

And They Wait

The parched earth prays in deep earnest, wishing for the showers to quench her thirst. Gazing at the canvas, the artist nurtures the dream of that masterpiece soon to be born. Failing once, twice, many a time, the little birdie loses not the tenacious resolve to spread its wings and fly. Mending the broken chords, she looks again to make magical melodies yet another time. … Continue reading And They Wait

Sweet Nostalgia

#FlashbackFriday   Hand in hand We walked along the narrow alleys Every afternoon. You asked those questions, again and again. I answered with unparalleled patience. We read those bedtime stories Every night. We sang the song about the Three blind mice, Talked about little Simba, Snow White and the dwarfs. We do them no more. The moments blown away by the sands of time! Though … Continue reading Sweet Nostalgia

Exploring the Haiku

At times, just a few words tell a story.  A short form of Japanese poetry, the haiku is a three-line poem with a five-seven-five syllable count. Unlike other poems, the haiku does not have a title to give a clue. It’s the reader who reads the poem and interprets the meaning behind it. Trying my hand in this domain! Across the green fields, Two souls share … Continue reading Exploring the Haiku

As Random Thoughts Come to the Mind

A New Day With a vacant mind I hear the sounds of silence in the stillness of the night. What do I look for tomorrow? Smiles and sunshine, A new day that will renew my hopes, bring in promises, and double the joys of my mundane existence. Rains I hear you knock on the window panes, my heart fills with joy. Long have I waited … Continue reading As Random Thoughts Come to the Mind

The Pungent Smell

Traversing the miles, uprooting from that distant village, he barely thinks about them all till a pungent smell brings back those years, all the same, once again. Playing one after another, the scenes zoom in his mind’s eye, never seeming to stop. A paradox towers; albeit sweet musings, they only make him see his wretched self. Moments dipped in dewey-fresh innocence carried fragrant hopes when … Continue reading The Pungent Smell

Thoughts of Love

In just five days, the glitz, the grandeur, the celebration will grace Mother’s Day. I believe we do not have to wait till then to honor our mothers. For all what they do for us, the invaluable role that they play in the family, and the sacrifices they make to keep the merry notes playing in our lives, EVERY DAY is actually a Mother’s Day! … Continue reading Thoughts of Love